The hunter paid little mind to his two accompany "fellows", if anything he kept to himself and spoke little. Whatever work they told him to do, he simply did without complaint or protest, following exactly to the detail; no questions asked, no information given. It seemed to do well the trick as it were, that they only stayed around him out of fear he might be a danger. Rightfully so the tall man, gritty in tactic and technique, was unquestionably a threat in plain sight, of which some knew directly. Few slaves were anything of competent combatants or more and it seemed as one well imagined most were just common folk thrown into the place of thralls.

Performing at a steady pace the outlander never was hasty or urgent in his tasks for them, granting his captors neither the pleasure of his hand at their work nor the joy of reprimanding him for resistance. This too came to give a reward of sorts, that the cult's guards became less and less on edge toward him, until two often became one or he was left under the ward of some other taskmasters. At times Brannor's mind wandered toward exploiting their weakness, when they would be drinking or babbling amongst themselves; that a carelessly left weapon just in reach could be used to cut them down. How tempting it were to strike whenever the back was turned or their lips took in more ale from almost assuredly pilfered goods.

The phrase, [i]"Hurry up."[/i] was all that could enter his mind, especially as now and then he noted his companions going about their own work under their own disguises. Some earning strange glances from the more senior cultists, which began to develop a clearer pattern to the hunter; many of these people were undisciplined, but others? Others were not just in this for whatever promise the cult had beyond its dragon and the loot they took, like all of that which they stole from Greenest, but instead followed its dogma. Some actually believed in this madness, this corrupting shadow born under leathery and scaled wings.

It returned him to the felling stroke his hand issued upon one of them but a night before, a memory that only further urged the wilder to pursue this mission more. In fact, it was what spurred him to keep more an eye on them as he toiled.

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